Mason stepped inside, the screen door clicking shut behind him. The place was warm — too warm — and not just from the fire crackling low in the stone hearth.…
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But just as they began to drift into silence… a knock came at the door. Jack’s eyes flicked to the clock. Mason. Kristy’s head lifted, eyes wide with sudden realization. “Jack……
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A few days had passed since the last knock on Jack’s cabin door, and the summer air was thick with pine, heat, and the kind of stillness that made every creak…
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The air was thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and sweat. The firepit in the clearing behind the old Elk Ridge Tavern roared tall, crackling and spitting embers into…
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The call came just after sunset. Jack had just finished splitting a few final logs behind his cabin when his phone buzzed against the workbench. He almost ignored it. Most…
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The late-afternoon sun filtered in through the dusty windows of the general store, casting golden streaks over the rows of canned goods, hardware supplies, and handmade trinkets from locals. Jack…
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It was just past noon when Jack heard the familiar sound of tires crunching up the gravel drive. He glanced up from his workbench, wiping sweat from his brow with…
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It had been three days since Jack’s last visitor—a freshly divorced art teacher who’d barely made it out of his bed before crawling back in for “one more round.” Jack…
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The sound of an axe echoed through the trees—steady, rhythmic, powerful. Jack Johnson stood shirtless in the clearing behind his log cabin, muscles glistening with sweat, the sun catching the…
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The room was alive with breathy tension—bare skin, flushed cheeks, low moans filling the air like thunder before a storm. Jack stepped forward, his eyes locked on Whitney. Her body…
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Jack stepped back just enough to let the warm air from inside drift out into the sunlit porch. Whitney tilted her head, peering past him. “Did I… catch you at…
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Jack led the way, his hand cradling Chasity’s lower back while Darla’s fingers laced with his on the other side. The soft hush of their bare feet on the tile…
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Chasity stood outside Jack’s door for a long moment, her hand hovering just above the doorknob. Her breath came in shallow, nervous waves, her heart pounding harder than it should…
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The bedroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the tangled breaths of Jack and Veronica. After the wildness with Sabrina, everything between them shifted…
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The house was still, the air thick with the scent of sex. Jack lay on his back, chest rising and falling, one arm draped lazily around Veronica, who was still…
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Jack Johnson had just turned 42. Broad-shouldered, weathered in all the right ways, with a slow, confident grin and the kind of deep voice that made women pause mid-sentence. After…
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It was just past noon, and Jack was halfway through his second cup of coffee, shirtless and sunk deep into his old leather couch. Sunlight poured through the blinds, slicing…
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Jack lived alone, nestled deep in the Appalachian woods, where the trees whispered secrets and the night often brought silence heavy enough to drown in. His cabin was modest but…
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